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Here we go, I'm hanging out in Camden |
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Drinking with my girlfriends on a Saturday night |
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This guy says, "Come and meet my girlfriend" |
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She's sitting in the corner looking rather uptight |
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So I say, "Hello" and I try to be nice |
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But I see he's feeling itchy |
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Trying to play us off each other |
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"Girls, girls, please don't fight" |
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You get the picture |
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Hey you, the muscles and the long hair |
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Telling me that women are superior to men |
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Most guys just don't appreciate this |
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You just try convincing me you're better than them |
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So he talks for hours about his sensitive soul |
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And his favorite subject is sex |
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I don't even think he even wanted it |
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But, Christ this guy's too much |
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I wanna tell him |
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I'm as human as the next girl, I like a bit of flattery |
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But I don't need your practiced lines, your school of charm mentality so |
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Save your breath for someone else and credit me with something more |
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When it comes to men like you, I know the score, I've heard it all before |
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Here comes the next one |
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Blondie was with me for a summer |
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He flirted like a maniac but I wouldn't bite |
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I'm weak and he was so persistent |
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He only had to have me 'cause I put up a fight |
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Oh God, the boy had such an ego |
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He liked to talk about himself all day and all night |
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You think you're such a ladykiller |
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But you were nothing special 'til you turned out the light |
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When he's nice to me he's just nice to himself |
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And he's watching his reflection |
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I'm a five foot mirror for adoring himself |
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Here's seven years bad luck |
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I wanna tell him |
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When you say you love me you're just flattering your vanity |
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But I don't need your practiced lines your |
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Your school of charm mentality so |
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Save your breath for someone else and credit me with something more |
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When it comes to men like you, I know the score, I've heard it all before |
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Ooh, you're such a ladykiller, always on a winner |
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Thinking that you're in there |
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Oh boy, you're such a ladykiller, super sexy mister |
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Call it what you will, oh |
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You'll think you're such a ladykiller, I just bet you're still there |
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Posing in the mirror |
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Hey girls, he's such a lady killer, but we know where he's coming from |
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And we know the score |
